I look up at the sky
Hope Someone to come down
How long I wait for him!
Fire burns here and there
Burning GOODNESS to ashes
From which the Phoenix
Of BADNESS grows!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem with a nice start. Lovely poem but with a depression to end up with. Sometimes the Phoenix of hope is born out of the ashes of the old and painful past.